Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Snape didn't appreciate the gesture and instead covered up Headmaster Black's portrait, blocking out his voice.

"I thought you were a bit smarter, but it seems you're still as dense as a block of wood. Since you enjoy researching magic with all sorts of theories and rational experiments, why can't you find the characteristics of Dementors?"

Nietzsche silently raised his arm and wiped the drool from his right cheek with his sleeve.

I wonder if the dean rinsed his mouth...

At this point, Dumbledore spoke up: "I disagree with Severus's analogy, but... your mind is like a stagnant pool, though it may be filled with flowers and surrounded by trees, it is still a dead pool."

Do you know the characteristics of Dementors?

Nietzsche shook his head.

Describing his brain as a beautiful landscaped pond is really no different from being 'wooden,' it's just a nicer way of putting it.

"The Dementor, as fear itself, destroys a person by sucking away their soul, and no one wants to see the Dementor in its true form," Dumbledore said. "It will give them a kiss."

"The Kiss of Death?"

"More terrifying than death is the fact that only the brain and heart are still functioning, but there is no longer any consciousness or memory... just an empty shell. And those Muggles who were unfortunately harmed have been given different names according to the different degrees of symptoms."

This is the interconnectedness of the world.

Even though wizards are very careful to avoid Muggles, different connections can still arise between them.

"Some Muggles are keen on adventure and often go to places where death roams, but they can't see Dementors. Once they're caught, they'll be affected, for example, becoming vegetative or depressed..."

Dumbledore said all this so that Nietzsche could better understand the characteristics of Dementors.

From the small loss of happiness that leads to a life of depression, to the large loss of consciousness that leaves the body in a vegetative state.

“Your mind is too rational. The whole pond is as perfect as a landscape you have carefully arranged, but it lacks an uncontrollable, fish-like vitality,” Dumbledore said softly.

“Professor Glendale said the same thing,” Nietzsche said.

"Really?" The principal took a sip of butterbeer in surprise. "It seems he has made some progress over the years. Well, I'll give you a suggestion—first, put down your judgment of everything and try to feel it."

Ultimately, Dumbledore forbade him from using the memory projector to search for his memories.

It seems that this kind of ranking of one's own brain is not very popular in the magical world, so Nietzsche could only leave disappointed.

But if that's the case with him, then wouldn't Snape be the same?

Nietzsche was still somewhat unconvinced—if his head was a beautiful ornamental pool, then Snape's head was a swimming pool!

More boring, more rigid.

Unless... unless someone dares to go swimming.

Chapter 185 Hermione's Hint

The last weekend before Christmas has arrived.

On the Saturday morning of their journey to Hogsmeade, Nietzsche, wrapped in a scarf and gloves, passed Filch's inspection early and was the first to stand in the snow-covered courtyard at the castle gate.

"This early today is unlike you," Theodore said, yawning as he squeezed through the crowd.

“You don’t understand, do you? You must have tasted the benefits.” Warrington, wrapped up like a ball, rolled out of the castle. “Just like when I first tried a waterproof cloak, once you get it working, you’re good to go.”

The next Quidditch match is scheduled for the first weekend after Christmas, Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw.

In the last match, Gryffindor won against Hufflepuff, and Harry Potter once again continued his undefeated myth—catching the Golden Snitch again despite the storm, which put a lot of pressure on Warrington.

So this time he plans to go to Hogsmeade to buy some Quidditch equipment to keep out the wind and rain.

As time ticked by, students slowly surged in from the marble steps and the various towers. Nietzsche stood in the snow for about half an hour, and after shaking the snow off his shoulders for the fourth time, he finally heard a cat meow.

Crookshanks jumped out of Hermione's arms and ran into his clothes.

"He's been waiting for you here," Theodore mentioned hastily before leaving.

Hermione blinked and walked briskly to Nietzsche.

“Really? But you’re clearly not happy about Hogsmeade.” She snorted, as if expressing her displeasure. “I was actually planning to go to Honeydukes with Lavender and the others to buy some chewing gum for Mom and Dad.”

“I already said it was the wand that was the problem…” Nietzsche muttered helplessly.

But no matter what, he didn't seem unhappy.

Perhaps it's just that the threshold hasn't been reached yet... Nietzsche was thinking this when suddenly someone pulled him by the hand and took a few steps back.

The path was bathed in the glow of the Illumination Charm, and the snow on the branches overhead gradually melted from the heat, causing a light rain to fall on the path leading to Hogsmeade Village.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade, they found that the situation there was not much better: several wizards stood in front of most shops, looking up anxiously every now and then to make sure that Dementors had flown by.

Hermione took him to Honeydukes, where they also warmed up.

"Actually, when I was using the Guardian Charm, I wasn't thinking about anything particularly happy, but it still worked," she said, picking up some fuzzy tooth mints from the shelf.

"What is it?"

Nietzsche knew she was sharing her learning experiences, so he paid some attention.

Do you remember when you first came to my class in elementary school?

"Oh, I remember, you were sitting alone in the front row, without a deskmate..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was stepped on. Nietzsche quickly looked at Hermione's expression and found that she was very calm, as if the foot had just been stepped on by someone else in the crowd.

Is this also Hermione's sore spot?

But Nietzsche felt he hadn't said anything wrong; when he transferred to Hermione's class, she was just sitting there.

For convenience, he simply sat in the empty seat next to Hermione... but he later learned that the reason Hermione didn't have a deskmate was because no one wanted to sit next to her.

"So you're thinking that someone will be your deskmate?!" Nietzsche guessed.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

Hermione used magic to control the merchandise and discovered that a long line had formed in front of the checkout counter, moving only a tiny step at a time.

"It's not about that! It's because... because of the time you almost got expelled from school. I always thought you were bullied because you sat next to me. They thought you and I were both bookworms."

Her voice was so soft that Nietzsche had to lean closer to hear her.

But this didn't bother him much; he was even prepared to transfer schools again.

"Is that why?"

"Just because of that? That's your problem. You never consider the impact you have on others, only your own goals. To me, it was more than just a favor!"

Hermione's face flushed red in the sweltering shop, and her voice was high-pitched and soft, like a boiling kettle.

Because she was very emotional, she accidentally let the spell get out of control. The mints, licorice sticks, and crispy feather candies that hadn't been paid for yet suddenly exploded everywhere, flying around like confetti.

The happy little wizards thought the candy house was playing some kind of trick again, so they scrambled to catch the falling candies.

The owner, Ambrose Froome, stood on the counter and shouted, "Those aren't free candies! No!"

But no one was listening. Some wizards, even with their hands full of snacks, would tilt their heads back, open their mouths, jump up and bite, tearing open the packaging with their teeth and crushing the chocolate inside.

"Who's using magic here?!"

Hermione then realized the enormity of her mistake, quickly covered her face with her scarf, pushed aside those who were bending down to pick up the candy, and rushed out of Honeydukes Candy House.

She leaned against the pillar by the door, panting heavily.

The cold wind on the street, carrying snowflakes, blew across her face, instantly making her feel more awake.

“What I mean is—the focus of the Patronus Charm may not just be ‘most pleasant,’ but more importantly, it’s profound, profound enough to change a person’s spirit or emotions…” She took off her gloves and grabbed a handful of snow to cover her face.

"I see... So did I change you?" Nietzsche immediately changed the subject after getting part of the answer.

He had already changed Hermione a long time ago?

To be honest, he never imagined that he had already had some influence in their past interactions.

“Maybe it’s the feeling of friendship? I’m not sure.” Hermione, annoyed and embarrassed, gathered up snow on the shop window sill, rolled it into a ball, and threw it hard at him. “But that’s what I care about. You’re the one who gave me the courage.”

The snowball hit Nietzsche in the chest, and a moment later, Crookshank emerged from his collar.

"Meow?" It looked around in confusion.

“The most memorable and representative happy memories…” Nietzsche nodded.

Hermione makes a good point. Happiness alone is not enough. Combining this with Dumbledore's explanation of Dementors, it's about letting them throw a stone into a dead pool to create some ripples.

Or you could put a fish or a frog in there and let them wriggle around inside from time to time.

The most representative happy memory is an active animal, just like when people talk about spiciness, the first thing that comes to mind is chili peppers. It can actively jump out of the mind, rather than being searched for.

Suddenly, a wizard in a school uniform and Ron burst through the door and fell to the ground in the snow.

Hermione exclaimed incredulously, "Harry Potter?!"

"Shh!" Harry scrambled to his feet. "Keep your voice down!!"

Chapter 186 The Restless Dementors

To avoid being discovered by others, Ron led them to the Three Broomsticks Tavern.

The place was extremely crowded and noisy, and the smoke swirling around the ceiling wasn't some kind of magical smoke, but rather from the pipes and hookahs of the patrons. At the bar, a group of male witches were huddled around a curvaceous woman.

That was Ms. Rosmerta, the owner of 'Three Brooms'.

“I used the Marauder’s Map to bypass everyone else and get here through the secret passage,” Harry said in a low voice, explaining the map to the others.

This puzzled Nietzsche a bit. When did Hogwarts have a secret route to Honeydukes?

If he had to pinpoint a person, he'd rather believe it was Dumbledore, since of all the headmasters of Hogwarts, only Dumbledore was the most devoted sweet tooth.

Even the passwords in the principal's office are all kinds of sweets.

“I’m their brother, but I never knew that!” Ron shouted.

"Ahem... I solemnly swear that I will never do anything good~" Harry spread a piece of parchment on the table and then eagerly tapped it with his wand.

As soon as the words were spoken, ink lines began to appear on the parchment, spreading outwards from where the wand and the parchment met, crisscrossing and forming a huge bird's-eye view composed of lines.

There were also some green words at the top that read:

The moon-shaped face, the insect tail, the big feet, and the pointed fork are proudly introduced.